for now they rage beneath radio waves These ain't your father's battles this is more Holy wars on foreign shores blitzkrieg cliques on world tours Envy
man and throw my hands up to a (bully...) And I know it must be fucking with you emotionall(y...) [Verse] Now I'm not trying to make no more enemies No more
want more you'll be comin' with slugs Yo, yo, the head nigga in charge, king of New York Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets let's talk We
But I did more for you I mean I held you close and talked to you First date, we got some fast food to eat Second date, I listened while you talked to
rapping don't pay off, I'ma really fuck up Whatever or whoever, and more foes gon get stuck up And I'm going for the rappers, that always talk trill in
comin with slugs [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Yo Yo The head nigga in charge, king of New York Greatest of all time, you wanna talk streets lets talk WE
son I got your back you got mine? First pick flinch or move leave 'em spine On the table, spit belly from the navel Unable to talk his trash I stalk kick
